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That morning, I thought I was dreaming
I heard my Dad say it, but I thought my ears were playing tricks on me
I didn't expect for this to happen to you
Well, at least not this soon
My Dad and aunts said they saw it coming
But the news to me was shocking
Every other time, you always pulled through
But this time, you must have been tired and answered when God called you
It seemed unreal to me
Because I was so use to you coming home and recovering
That's why it took me by surprise
When she called and said that you died
I thought I would've been brave and not shed a tear
But seeing that casket made it a reality that you were no longer here
I couldn't hold back the tears that were falling from my eyes
Because it had finally hit me that we were about to say our good-byes
They had you dressed so pretty in your bone white dress
And you laid nice and peaceful in your white casket
You looked so wonderful laying in your final rest
Knowing that you're now in peace and quiet
I still can't believe that you're gone to this day
But you lived a good life and it was your time to go away
We didn't wanted to let you go on that Thursday
But we had to on the twenty-eighth
My eyes filled with tears as I wrote this
Because even though you're gone, my love for you still exists
From that Thursday to that Wednesday, your children reminisced
About the old days with you and how you will be missed
I hope and pray that my sister and I won't face losing our parents no time soon
Because I look at us and see how we cried and miss you
I tell my family that I love them every day and night
Because I never know when it's going to be one of our time
To Grandma Lillian E. Glover
December 25, 1930-November 22, 2007
Missed sadly by loved ones
The Big Race
I qualified for the big race in May; my odds to win were long,
They knew I couldn’t win, but I had to run strong.
By lap fifty, I’ve moved up to position ten,
It’s a very long race, but I still felt I could win.
I’m about out of gas, so it’s time to stop,
Quickly down pit row, to get every last drop.
A sip of water, only thirteen seconds in the pit,
I came back on the track, knowing I could win it.
I’m at lap 200 and have a good position,
This race has become a war of attrition.
Next up is number 88; I’ll take him in the turn,
Getting pass Jr. is something I’ll have to earn.
He throttles down, now we’re nose to nose,
I fly by on the inside as this battle really grows.
Into third place at the half way point,
I was so excited, I could feel it in every joint.
We all have to make a stop, so I head back to pit row,
A tremendous five car pile up has made the going slow.
We are under a caution flag as we circle this oval track,
This is an excellent time for me to get water and a little snack.
Gordon in the 24 car is next in line,
I must take him and Edwards in his 99.
At the 550 lap, I pass Gordon at last,
Then I got word from my crew, “You’re low on gas.”
At the 560 lap, Edwards is still the car to beat,
I told my crew “I can win this race, hang on to your seat.”
I came up behind Edwards and went high on the right,
When I came out the other side; I was number one, what a sight.
I drove like a madman the rest of the race,
The crew was calling me their number one ace.
Then I woke up and I really wondered,
Did I just win the Coca Cola 600?
©2008 Lynn B Glover
Racism makes me laugh
It's just the thought of another half-breed questioning another breed ha ha
ha!!!!!!!!!!
It's so funny even rosa Parks would have to sit back down for that one
Hilarium that Martin Luther King street has my favorite local hooker; Rita there
Belly-aching, to know that the KKK wouldn't let me join because of my color
I asked them, " How would anyone know I'm black if I constantly wear'n a sheet"
But they still denied me and said on Christmas they would think about me because I
wouldn't need a nativity scene,
They got holiday crosses that burn bright, aren't they just the sweetest
I was gonna become al-queda, but unfortunately Osama the orientation speaker..uh
They're still looking for him to show up... so let me know if you see him
I was even thinking that maybe the Aryan Nation was the way to go
But my head is entirely to lumpy to be shaven constantly
And then, they thought I just had cancer
Lets talk about the jews, just make sure hitler's not around to here it
Boy is he a major B*tch!
He wouldn't even let me edge him up a goatee instead
He insists on wearing that plastic mustache comb
Joke: If Obama was really black, and I mean all the way,
Would he really have been elected?
I've got a hint; the answer begins with an ''n'' word
Sometimes, Mel Gibson calls me up drunk, and rants about many things
But then he remembers I'm black and not Danny Glover
Just goes to show; without racism, society would not exist(LOl)
Daybreak on the Farm
The Rhode Island Red rooster crows from the fence near by,
The day is breaking in the far eastern sky.
His cock-a-doodle-doo is meant to wake up the farm,
He doesn’t use much grace and very little charm.
He has spent many years doing his thing,
His crows seem to be louder in the early spring.
With his flock of hens he struts during the day,
Anxiously he puts his big red cone on display.
We carry our water from the spring down below,
Returning home, up hill, the going was slow.
Most homes get their water from a spring or a well,
There is no fresher or purer water that you could smell.
We usually caught rain water in a number two tin tub,
This water was used for the dirty clothes we would scrub.
We would hang them out on a line to dry,
Our dryer was furnished by the sun in the sky.
Life on the farm was usually good,
Until that old rooster crowed from the fence where he stood.
Sometime I threw my shoe at that old rooster,
If I could only hit him, it would be a morale booster.
I remember we jumped from the barn roof above,
With Mama’s good sheets we wanted to fly like a dove.
Like Superman we flew, but like a rock straight to the ground,
Splat was usually our only sound.
We had no broken bones, but we were plenty sore,
The very next day we came back for more.
Finally Mama caught us with her torn up sheets,
We knew then we would all have hot seats.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
As Winter Turns To Spring
The leaves were falling from the trees,
Twisting and turning in the breeze.
The autumn spell throughout the land,
Was giving winter a helping hand.
The squirrel was hiding food with care,
For there was the sting of the autumn air.
The fowl would soon begin their flight,
Southward to eat in the sun’s warm light.
The farmer’s work was almost done,
Hay in the shed, by the ton.
The north wind blew hard at night,
Bringing snow with the morning light.
Finally the snow covered the ground,
Rabbits began to scamper around.
Suddenly the forest became alive,
Stirring like the bees in a hive.
All the animals hunted for food,
The big black bear was in no mood.
His sleep was deep and very long,
He didn’t wake at the snow bird’s song.
The farmers hay stack faded away,
Soon there came a sunny day.
The snow vanished from the hills,
The robin’s song was heard in the fields.
Spring’s warm touch was very near,
In the distance one could hear.
Winters wind was fading away,
Waiting to strike another wintry day.
The leaves came, as did the birds,
The insects came like herds.
The farmer’s work began anew,
Up at sunrise until the fall of dew.
We’re truly lucky that we may see,
Autumn and winter, then the first little bee.
In flight from a flower to its hive,
It seems so happy to be alive.
©2008 Lynn B Glover
Through all of the struggles my family went through
You made it possible for us to pull through
My mom showed us how to have faith in You
By surrendering her problems and leaving it all to You
I thank her and most of all You
For telling her to do the good things she do
You told her to make my sister and I go to church
We didn't wanted to go, but it didn't hurt
You told her how not to stress anymore
I watch her and she doesn't anymore
We have done wrong
But You forgave us because You are a forgiving God
I thank You
Because I was taught to never forget You
You let me live another day
And I thank You for that in my own special way
When I wake up with the morning light
I get on my knees and thank You
You and Your angels brought me safley through the night
Thank You for letting everything be alright
There were times when I thought You were tired of me talking to You
But my mom and a friend told me that You never get tired of me talking to You
I want to thank You
For everything You have done and will do
When nobody else wants to listen
On You I can depend
When I'm feeling lonely
I can count on You to keep me company
You have done so much for me
And brought me so far from where I use to be
I love You
And I thank You
Love Your Daughter,
Monique Glover
After the Summer
After the summer, when school begins anew,
It’s a mystery how teachers do all that they do.
There is teaching, testing, and grading to be done,
It’s no surprise at spring break to the beaches they will run.
After the summer, I sit down on the sand,
I gaze at the activity on the grand strand.
Time is running out as I look on with pain,
Because I’m not sure I’ll return this way again.
After the summer, the trees have turned bare,
I can see snow falling from my old rocking chair.
I sit there in silence as the snow pelts down,
The falling of the snow is the only clear sound.
After the summer, the ground is covered with snow,
My mind wonders back to the beach where we’d go.
The bright sunny days at the beach are now gone,
Replaced with the beautiful snowy days here at home.
After the summer, I walked down through the lea,
With the snow falling all around the beauty mystifies me.
God is with me as I walk down this road,
I know He will lead me safely to my abode.
After the summer, with the impact of winter all around,
I’m safe in my home as the snow keeps falling down.
My mood really changes as I lean on the window sill,
With the exception of the snow falling, everything is still.
“After the summer, the tears began to fall.”
© 20ll Lynn B. Glover
There was a ballplayer named "Ron",
I would always run home to watch him on television.
He batted fourth and played the third base spot,
That's the corner they always called "Hot".
As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed,
Fifteen years in the big leagues he played.
An "All Star" player many times over,
Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover".
He wore the number 10 on his uniform,
But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn.
Ron Santo was this player's name,
He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame".
He was tenacious about his life's view,
Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too.
I had the good fortune to meet the man,
And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!!
He raised awareness and millions for JDRF,
Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left.
One thing that all of you should know,
Wherever he went, he put on a great show.
On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play,
Where he can click his heels every day.
Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub,
At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub".
We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too,
Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".
Old man, old school
Young man, new rules
Self-taught all out, times bout to expire
Now the youth today look lup to themselves riding the streets with flat tires
They think they have the way
To make it on their no plans, yet they stand
Young man can't stand
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
Young man thinks he can
To do it all out the palm of his hands
Old man reminded of the plans
His children have had now they have their heads in their hands
Watching them, Washington, all the politicians
Four leaf Glover, Sesame Street and Grover
And inclined to the beings of time
Better take the advice and wisdom of the elder man
No time to sway, sag, brag or play,
Only time left is to pray
The youth are the elders of tomorrow but what about today
if they don't choose the right way
then all mankind tomorrow will lose, hey
Old man glances young man chances
The choice is yours I have the cure
Let loose speak the truths and don't let anyone tell you after
Young man still thinks he can
I'm incline to believe in the righteous ways
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
08/20/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from submitted entry "UNO Poetry to Bridge Generations Elder & Youth 2015"
I Was There
I was in the Twin Towers,
On that September Day.
I steadied this mans hand,
As he called his wife to say.
“I won’t be coming home tonight,
Now honey please don’t cry.
I’m safe in the hands of God,
I know I’m going to die.”
I was with his wife,
When he called to say his last goodbye.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words,
That he was going to die.
His kids were eating breakfast,
When the final call came.
The lives of these children will change,
They will never be the same.
I heard a woman cry out for help,
I said “I’ve been waiting for you many years.
Of course I’ll show you the way home”
As I began to wipe away her tears.
I was on all four of those planes,
In every seat and in every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken,
I was in the hearts of all believers there.
I want you to know that I saw every face,
I knew every name, though all did not know Me.
Some met Me for the first time,
And I set each of their souls free.
I did not place you in the towers that day,
You may not know why, but I do, you see.
However, had you been there in that explosive moment,
Would you have reached out for Me?
©2010 Lynn B. Glover